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FF PSL | ❝ two-toned echoes tumbling through time. ❞
To this riddle all souls are tied
Brief our moments, brazen and bright
Forged in fury, tempered in ice
as it should
It does his heart good to see the way her ears and tail lift and how that sparkle shows itself plainly in her eyes. He wishes that he could have seen what she saw and met the individuals that she met, but of course, that is impossible. Still, he knows without a doubt that her words and recollections are more than enough.
He pauses when he sees her ask him to wait, watching as she slides away from the bed and out of the room. As before, he has no reason to believe she will not return, and so he simply contents himself with waiting for his beloved to come back.
When she does, he cannot help the wide smile he gives her, even if it is slightly diminished by the lingering symptoms of his illness. As she begins her recounting of what she knows, his smile falters just slightly, as what he is hearing is hardly happy. He knew that it would not be, and yet it is sobering to hear what was done by the Ancients in the name of saving their star.
He can only imagine how he and so many others would feel if their own star experienced such a dire fate. And without a doubt, he understands the need for desperate measures, but to sacrifice half of the star's population, and then to consider an additional sacrifice on top of that? His eyebrows draw together and his frown deepens with dislike and concern both.
For the moment, until she has finished, he holds his silence, not wishing to interrupt her retelling. ]
It is difficult for me to envision all of this, and yet with your words, I can understand the desperation that the Ancients must have felt. To sacrifice half of their population is no small thing, and while it is easy for me to say that I would not condone such an act, perhaps one's thoughts and feelings shift when faced with such dire happenings. Hydaelyn's choice cannot have been easy either.
[ All this time, he has been doing his best to try and place himself in the mindset of those who lived through this, in an effort to understand their motivations. It is difficult, naturally, but he does sympathize with all of them to a degree. ]
Yes, what of our souls?
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She gently continues to run her fingers along his in a soothing gesture. It was hardly easy to hear, let alone share. ]
You and your city were faced with dire happenings: the collapse of their religion and world view, and the unending war. Yet, you and yours rose above that and found a way to move forward despite it all. I would not say that the feelings are so different. [ At least, she cannot imagine them being as such. ] If our cores remain due to our souls... then surely the emotions that drive who and what we are the same as they were then.
[ As for his continuing question? Alkaid pauses as she wonders where to start unraveling such a thing. She had always intended to speak with Hythlodaeus when they returned to the First. If anyone were to know, it would certainly be him. Especially as he is the only one truly aware of who and what he is--and who she and her sister were. Yet, how they went about returning to the recreated ancient city... ]
There is a shade that exists within the recreation of Amaurot--one who, by how he talks, was a kind friend to Thisru and I in our ancient lives. Yet, when he was created, he was done so with the knowledge of who and what he was: merely a ghost made of recollections of the Ascian who oversaw the aetheric plane. [ Alkaid tilts her head slightly. ] Each member of the Convocation oversaw a different aspect to the ancient world... and Emet-Selch was over the aetheric plane. Yet, even then, even with knowing who we were once, he refused to see us as such... and deemed us not who we were and--[ She presses her lips to silence herself from the burst of anger she feels.
How could Emet-Selch call them his friends when he refused to admit it? Her tail bristles slightly. He had no issue killing her and Thisru again and again with calamity after calamity, all in the sake of bringing them back to their ancient selves. Yet, not once, had he thought to ask if it was what they wanted. ]
Elidibus's plans drove us to the recreated Amaurot, even if I had intended on visiting. We... confronted him, [ she leaves out the detail of having to fight a recreation of her beloved, ] and he was forced to withdraw until our next encounter. In his wake, he left crystals that spoke with memories of the Convocation. That is where Hythlodaeus found Thisru and I, and gave us one that he had been tasked with holding. One that was made in secret, without the others of the Convocation knowing. Because the fourteenth members refused to be a part of the plan that summoned Zodiark, and were called traitors.
[ Alkaid looks to him once more. ] I asked Hythlodaeus if he might know of someone that was similar to you, and close to who I was in my ancient life. He directed me further into Amaurot to one bureau that oversaw the protection of Amaurot. While the members of the Convocation were tasked with the greater scope of the star, these people were tasked with making certain that citizens were safe from wild beasts or potential otherworldly threats. [ She glances down as a smile spreads on her face, and the puffed out tail begins to sway once more. ] And I met a shade that was very stoic and devoted to his work. Yet, even with my tail and ears, said I reminded him of someone that was dear to his heart.
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He would ask if his decisions are sound, and if he ought to be devoting more time to trying to smooth over the hurts and wounds caused by the revelation that the church and those in power had obscured the truth for so long. Perhaps his father was right, that it was better in the long run for the people to not know the harsh reality of it all. He still believes that honesty is always the right course of action, but perhaps his belief harmed the people rathre than helped them.
But none of these musings are of particular importance, or so he tells himself. ]
But we came through the war relatively whole, even if we still had, and continue to have, our share of upheaval. These ancient people were not so fortunate, if I am understanding you correctly. Their entire world was rocked, even destroyed, and so who am I to even compare our circumstances?
[ But he silences himself once again so as to let her continue speaking. He is interested in her recollections about the shade that was once a friend of hers and her sister's, and he finds himself feeling a twinge of annoyance with the one called Emet-Selch. Having never met the man, he knows he has no right to express such sentiments, but he can hardly hold them back either.
But Alkaid's tale is not finished, and so he simply continues listening until she comes to reveal that she met one particular shade who sounds very familiar indeed. His eyebrows lift, and a look of surprise crosses his face. ]
Am I correct in saying that you found...? [ His voice trails off uncharacteristically, but he finds himself wholly surprised by this revelation. Although he believed without hesitation that once, Alkaid and K'thisru were citizens of this Amaurot, and that they had known each other even in those ancient times, he had not expected her to say she actually encountered his past self there, even a shade of who he once was.
He is quick to smile warmly, both because of how her tail has puffed itself out and continues to sway and because of what she has just related to him. ] So, some things truly do not change, no matter how many years upon years have passed.
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It was. It seems they ... were unable to accept the idea of their world changing, and wished it to be as it was perpetually. Perhaps we cannot truly grasp that mindset as we are now, or, it is simply because you and I are different. We see what might be, not only what was or what is. It is harder for others to see it.
[ She nods to his question, the smile growing on her face. ] They are shades, copies of our aetheric prints. He wasn't truly you, but... I could tell he was meant to be in the place you once held. [ Then, a shake of her head. ] There are things so innate to who we are, and what we are, I believe they stay with us no matter how many countless times we are reborn. I cannot see you as someone other than a protector of your people, whoever those people might be.
As for Thisru and I. [ Alkaid moves forward so she might sit beside his chest. Then, she reaches for his other hand with one of hers. The other takes the velvet pouch from her lap. She brings his hands together while managing to slip the oddly shaped orange crystal between them so he might hold it. Then, her hands gentle clasp around his once more. ] Hold onto this, close your eyes, and listen.
[ The crystal grows warm to the touch within moments. Then, a distinct sound can be heard from it. A voice follows, much like a bell, but intangible to those who do not possess the Echo. Alkaid closes her eyes as her tail continues to sway, moving faster. Of course, she knows who the voice belongs to, but she finds what he said more important to the conversation at the moment. ]
"Here in I commit the chronicle of the traveler. Shepherd to the stars in the dark. Though the world is sundered and our souls set adrift, where you walk, my dearest friend, fate shall surely follow. For yours is the fourteenth seat--the seat of Azem."
[ She opens her eyes to look into his once she finishes translating. A sparkle rests in her gaze with a certain glow to her face that she has been missing since the events of the First. Something more akin to the woman he first met all that time go in the meeting room of Camp Dragonhead. ]
We were the ones who refused to sacrifice any life on our star to the creation of gods, Zodiark or Hydaelyn. The ones who would go and travel the star to help those in need.... somethings truly do not change.
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That is not an unfamiliar concept, as many in Ishgard feel the same way. [ And although he believes that he did what was right, there is a small part of him that does question if he should have stopped to consider the wants and needs of his people more than he had. ] I cannot help but wonder if I should have attempted to see the mindset of the people and ascertain the thoughts and worries of their hearts. Perhaps that is what drove the Ancients to make the choices that they did.
[ Or perhaps it was selfishness on their parts as well. Perhaps it is strange that he is attempting to find commonalities between them, but he has found himself on unsteady ground and who is to say that his decisions are the best ones?
But lest he become too lost in his worries once more, he does his best to put them aside for the moment. ] I would have liked to meet him, although perhaps doing so would be impossible, as you cannot meet yourself. [ The notion makes him chuckle, but the laugh ends with a brief cough, which he chooses to ignore.
His curiosity concerning his ancient self is great, but he wishes to know more about what Alkaid's life and the life of her sister were like, so he is quick to fall silent and do as asked. He cannot understand the words, of course, but there is a strange sort of stirring within his soul that he cannot quite place as he listens to them. Alkaid translates the words, and he pays close attention to each one. ]
Azem... That was the title you and your sister held? Do you know what it means?
[ It does warm his heart to know that even in those faraway times, the woman he loves and her sister were very much the same as they are now. It is clear to him that the foundation of who they are was built very solidly back then, and it has not wavered even once. ]
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[ Alkaid laughs gently at his statement, only frowning slightly at the cough. An ear raises towards the door to see if the head maid or steward had started approaching the door. So far, not as of yet, but she can only hope that they will bring him food and medicine shortly. ]
He seemed quite busy with work, attempting to do what he could to help with the oncoming Final Days. Although... [ she pauses then, tilting her head as if to try and properly form her thoughts into a sentence. ] There was a sense that he was preoccupied as well. Something more than the duties of his calling, a worry even. He seemed adamant to make certain that Thisru and I would be safe; perhaps because we reminded him of the ones he cared for so deeply.
[ Alkaid is quite certain that those people were herself and Thisru's ancient selves, but, she does not want to lead his on conclusions. Only Aymeric would know. Perhaps he can sense something or remember something. Those small things lost to time but buried deep within their souls. Such things are ones she believes drove them to find one another in this life, and perhaps countless others. ]
It was. [ Then, a shake of her head. ] All I know is that when one took their seat on the Convocation, they were always referred to by their title and no longer their true name. I'm not certain I will ever know what our names were... not without making yet another trip to the First. [ Something she is not keen to do any time soon. She wishes to remain here, with him, as long as she is able.
She smiles, moving to lean over him and cup his face between her her hands. Her thumbs brush along his cheeks in their familiar motion before she moves the cloth from his forehead. A gentle kiss is placed to the damp skin, followed by an affectionate nudge of her nose to the side of his head. How might she phrase what it is she wishes to tell him? ]
However, there is one name I did manage to learn before we were whisked away once more to fight Elidibus. [ At that her smile widens. ] If Thisru and I were truly shepherds of the stars, sent to the corners of our star, to find and care for its people? Then, there was most certainly one star that burned brighter than any other, and continues to be that guiding light for not just those around him, but for me as well. The one who I will wait for time and time again in any life, no matter what form or personage you become.
[ Alkaid forces the tears that gather in the corner of her eyes to remain where they are. Her smile never disappears, and the warmth in her heart intensifies. A feeling from deep in her soul wishes to reach out to him. The very same that desperately tried to connect to him those months ago in a borrowed room of Monument Tower.
Then, she leans down to kiss the corner of his lips. Her head tilts so that she might nudge the side of his head with her nose. Not only that, but sot hat she can lower her voice to keep others from hearing. ]
Costas, my one and only.
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[ The involuntary shiver that creeps up his spine serves as a reminder that he is not well just yet, and that perhaps he should not tax himself more than is necessary. But he worries and frets about the welfare of Ishgard and how he might aid her people, and the knowledge that he ought to stay calm does little to ease him.
So, rather than continue dwelling on what he feels he cannot change in this present moment, he focuses more on Alkaid's words and what she has to relate about the ancients and their past. ]
I see. So we may never know those names. [ But even as he utters those words, he feels something stirring in the back of his mind, but he cannot put a finger on what it is. But it is forgotten in the moment that she places her hands on the sides of his face, and all thoughts flee from his mind when she gently kisses him. Well, almost all thoughts. He thinks about how much he loves her and how he wishes to never be apart from her for long.
The love he has for her nearly makes him forget that he is ill, and that his symptoms still linger. But when she announces that she managed to learn a name, his attention quickly returns to her, and he waits with bated breath to hear what this name is and who it belonged to. He has a suspicion, of course, but he does not wish to jump too far ahead.
Costas, she says. And while he cannot remember the sort of man he was back then, nor recall being called by that name, there is something familiar about it as well: something that tells him it was, without a doubt, his name.
He opens his mouth to say something, to express some sort of wonder at learning his name, but he finds himself distracted once again by that stirring sensation in the back of his mind. And for just a moment, his gaze turns distant, as if something from so many years ago is attempting to bring something to his attention.
A part of him knows how this must appear to her eyes, that something is pulling his attention away from her, but he does not wish to lose the fragile hold he has on this strange message, if that is what it is, from their ancient past.
A shiver, greater than the last one, takes hold of him again, and he feels himself begin to shake even in her hold as the realization of what has just occurred settles in.
He does not know how such a thing is possible, but the only conclusion that he can make is that the man he was in those foregone times is trying to reach out across the years and reform a bridge between himself and Alkaid. ]
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[ At his shiver, she decides that he needs some tending to once more. Alkaid pulls the covers up a tad more, being careful of bumping his hands that still hold the Azems' crystal.
His silence far from makes her worried. He is ill, and revelations of the ancient past are ones that will make any person stop and wonder. She attributes his shaking to the fever spiking once more.
At that, she moves over him to his side that faces the part of the bed she usually sleeps in. She gently lies beside him, curling up against his frame. Her head rests against his arm, while her hands raise to encircle his that holds the crystal. While her body heat and presence may not cure the ailment? She certainly hopes the comfort it gives will be enough to help him with whatever his ancient name has stirred in him... as well as his fever.
She trails her fingers along his and closes her eyes. There had been a time when she attempted to bridge their ancient selves, but, only so much could be done at the time in the cold storm of Corethas. ]
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At the present, however, even as he holds onto the crystal that belonged to the ones known as Azem, and even as Alkaid moves in to be closer to him, he is doing his best to navigate the currents of confusing thoughts and flashes of images that are rapidly appearing and disappearing in his mind's eye.
His shaking gradually ceases, but the faraway look in his eyes remains. Shifting the crystal to one hand, he reaches for her with his free one. ]
Lantaa, I- [ His voice shakes in a way that is uncharacteristic of him, but he presses on. ] I do not know how, but I have recalled something. [ Encouraged by her recollections, the revealing of his name, and the crystal he holds in his hand, no doubt. ]
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What is it? [ Her voice is soft, worry clear in her tone where a sparkling joy had just been moments before. She tilts her head so that her chin can rest on his arm. She pauses for a moment, ears lowering slightly. ] While I may not remember images or words... there are emotions, feelings I have. Thinking of it, I suppose I have had them since the moment we met... but did not truly understand them until my trip to the First.
[ She presses her lips to his arm in another attempt to comfort him. ] You don't need to tell me if it upsets you so, my love. Is... is there anything I can do to help?
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When you gave me the crystal to hold, I felt something... a sensation of familiarity, as if somehow, I knew not only the language spoken that I cannot presently understand, but also that I knew you.
[ He is trying to put into words what he is feeling and thinking, and for once, his words seem inadequate. ] I am not upset, but these memories and feelings are quick to slip away, try as I might to hold onto them.
[ He leans into her touch once more and his fingers tighten lightly around hers. ] Lantaa, I believe that I have remembered your name.
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His gaze is upwards and into a time far away, but she worries what he might find in his remembrance. A sinking feeling takes her then--one she has felt before. One that speaks of lost chances and partings, either through ancient times or various lives. One that speaks that she has not only found him once more, but is sharing a life that she has longed for.
She presses her nose to the side of his arm with worry clearly still written on her face. Of course, she can remember the time when a part of her desperately tried to reach out to him. Azem trying and trying to reach out to Costas and affirm they had found one another and truly could live their lives together. However, she had settled that perhaps Aymeric may never experience those ancient feelings as she had. He had not seen the ruins of Amaurot, nor had he seen the aetheric recreation. Yet, somehow, a crystal lacking in memories and his ancient name seem to have rekindled something.
Part of her fears that the memories he speaks of are far from happy. Still, she steels herself and squeezes his hand once more to give comfort and encourage him. ]
I'm not certain we can truly recall them... not without a catalyst that would trigger them. [ Her gaze lowers. ] The Ascians had their crystals made with memories stores inside. The Echo is merely abilities we had as ancient beings....
[ After all Aymeric has been through? She is not certain she would wish a catalyst to fall on him. She glances up, eyebrows drawn together, gauging his expression and body language. Once more she nudges his arm with her nose in an attempt to comfort.
Then, her ears raise. ]
My name?
[ She had settled on Azem being enough of a name. But... he knows the name she was born with? The one he knew her by? ]
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He leans into her touch as always, feeling comforted and eased by the way she nudges her nose against his arm. Her little actions and touches always bring comfort to him, even in moments where he seems to be lost in thought or consideration. His thoughts are drifting, but he is still as focused upon her as he can be. ]
Yes, your name. I- I do not know how I know it, but...
[ He simply rests his hand in hers, gaze still very much locked upon hers. ]
Althea. That was your name.
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Althea.
Her breath catches in her throat as her heart clenches. The name only echoes slightly in her mind. There is no doubt it was her name; perhaps even the one he knew her by before she took the seat of Azem with her sister. Her ears perk on end as she tries to make sense of the feeling of calm and yet racing heart she feels at the same time.
Alkaid leans forward then and presses her forehead to his. Her heart gives a heavy beat. Her beloved in any life. Had they found one another before? What of sharing lives together? So many questions and all her heart and soul can muster is that he is her one and only love, her soulmate. The one she was looking for those years staring at the sky on Starlight Eve.
Her nose brushes against the side of his. ]
You never forgot it, did you? [ Another nudge and kiss is given to his cheek. ] I won't presume to say you were looking for me... even if I was certainly looking for you... across so many ages and lives.
[ As she most certainly dreamt of one mate to devote her life to. Not any would do. Without knowing it? It could only be his soul.
Alkaid tilts her head and whispers his ancient name against his cheek. Then, despite better judgment given his illness, she kisses him. She feels a bolt of electricity from the tip of her tail to her ears. While it is not their first kiss? It will be the first with their ancient names realized and returned to them. ]
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If he had the strength to grasp onto those memories and feelings, he would, but as she surmised earlier, he underestimated the severity of the illness that has taken him. He will certainly recover, but the alternating bouts of fever and chills have left him in need of more rest than he anticipated.
It is almost an involuntary movement, but he finds himself settling even further into the comfort of the bed even as she kisses his cheek, and repeating the action again, this time bringing their lips together. ]
I- I cannot say with any degree of certainty, but I wish to believe that I always had the memory of it in the back of my mind and in my soul as well. [ His lips turn up into a small smile, diminished slightly by the lingering fever and other feelings of being unwell. ] I am certain that I was looking for you, and would have continued to do so had our paths not crossed as they did. [ There is much he still has yet to process, but one thing is clear: he too searched for her across all the lives and years that they had lived.
And having made those statements of declaration, he chooses to simply relax then, enjoying her closeness and the feel of her kiss and the love that is contained inside it. ]
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The revelation of their names does not change who they are in her mind. She still sees Ser Aymeric de Borel as her gaze remains locked on his, and she still feels as she is K'lantaa Pahsh. Now, there is a new layer of understanding of who they are. He is still her lord and her knight, and no amount of ancient memories will change that in her mind. Costas and Aymeric are one in the same, but his ancient name is one she feels should not be used lightly. It is something special in a way. ]
What might we do now that we've found one another? [ The smile turns slightly mischievous then. The answer is obvious in her mind: they will still be married, have a family, and live together in Ishgard. She still remains his dearest and he her mate. ] There is no other place in our star or her reflections that I wish to be. Only here, with you.
[ She maneuvers so that her body presses to his. Then, her head tilts to rest against his shoulder, never breaking their gaze. Her tail moves slightly atop the blankets, but otherwise she remains still in her position she has settled in. A look of exhaustion is in the undertones of her gaze. The long trek across Norvrandt to fight Eldibus, their encounter, and then the chance to allow the Exarch to see the First once more before returning home has started to catch up to her. Not to mention the tending to and care that went alongside Krile for G'raha once he awoke... coupled with the small amount of hours she found the night before with Aymeric. ]
I have more to report to my Lord Speaker. [ She glances at his hand that still holds the crystal that belongs to her and her sister. ] You asked last night of the person who returned with us from the First...
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What might we do? [ He tilts his head to one side as if thinking that over. ] Oh, there are so many things. [ To be finally married to her, to have the opportunity to see the world should the chance present itself, and to also have children and raise them together. These are the things he desires more than anything else, so long as they too are what she desires.
But in almost the same moment as her pressing herself against him, another thought takes the place of the one intent on plotting their course. It is still plain to him that she is tired and in need of rest, and he ought to be easing her to sleep now as she has done for him so many times. Instead, a strange sort of driving force has settled in, and he finds himself leaning in such a way that he might plant a light but still passionate kiss onto her lips.
And with that action achieved, he withdraws so that she might tell him what she wishes to. ] Ah, yes, the mysterious individual who came with you. [ He nods, recalling his curiosity about this person. ] Please tell me about him.
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Gods, she wishes to give him a family. There has already been the thought of which children she would suggest they give a home too. All that remains is the right moment to give the suggestion. She will try endlessly to give him a child of his as well, regardless of risks or danger it might present. She desires to fulfill the role of his wife and lady to his House as much as she can.
Her eyes widen slightly at the kiss before her heart leaps into her throat. Alkaid instantly moves to kiss him in return, only for him to pull away to respond to her comments. Her heart pounds, and try as she might to focus on the response to her statement? Alkaid leans forward to kiss his chin and his cheek.
How could she voice that she wishes to start their family? Regardless of the detail they've yet to be legally bound...
She leans further upwards to kiss him passionately. One hand rests on the side of his face as the other remains around his arm. ]
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But he is wholly content with his life and he considers himself a lucky man indeed to have her by his side. What more could he ask for than that? Even his desire for children is something he would put aside without complaint should it not be attainable for them. So long as he has her with him, he has no reason to complain or to be upset.
Her returned kiss brings a warm smile to his face, as does the way she leans in to be closer to him. And when she kisses him once more, all words and things he intended to say fly straight out of his mind. All he can think about is holding her and kissing her, pouring all the love he has for her into those gestures. ]
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A small voice of reason speaks up in her mind. He is still ill, and he needs to eat and rest more. Such actions should not be spurred unless he directs it. Of course, had had kissed her first, but she is now the one that is pursuing it. She ought to leave as it is be and rest herself... yet, she has so very much missed his presence and his touch. Even if they had been together the night before? A month and all the endless fighting thanks to Elidibus...
Alkaid shifts against him once more, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth and nudges his nose. She manages to shimmy out of her robe, pushing it to be over the side. She still wears the nightshirt she borrowed the night before. ]
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And even as his desires clamor to be satisfied, the more rational part of his mind reminds him that he is still not well, and more importantly, Alkaid herself is still in need of rest. But then she kisses him again and shakes off the robe, leaving her in the borrowed nightshirt and looking quite fine in his eyes. He smiles at how she once again kisses the side of his mouth and nudges at his nose; deciding to let instinct carry him now, he shifts position and leans in so that he might begin placing a line of kisses down the side of her neck and traveling further towards her collarbone. ]
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A content sigh leaves her as he kisses along her neck. Her head tilts to the side to make it easier for him, her hand moving to guide his to rest on her leg. She wishes for him to touch her more, to make up for time lost, even as the more logical side of her mind insists otherwise. Especially if he too desires it and wishes to have her at the moment. Although the logical side keeps arguing that breakfast should be ready soon, he needs to rest to see to his illness... ]
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Even though he is still ill, and even though he can feel the way a chill alternates with a feeling of being far too warm, he does not wish to end this moment just yet. He chooses to ignore the slight feeling of lightheadedness that could be attributed to his illness, but also to the fact that he is still kissing her.
The depth of his desires threatens to slip past his resolve to not cross certain lines too soon, and there is a part of him that wishes to carry out those intimate acts typically reserved for a married couple. But even he cannot pretend he does not know that morning is upon them, and that surely Alkaid has other things she both needs and wants to do besides remain here in this room as the day marches on.
But his desires are still running rampant, try as he might to keep them in check, and the line of kisses he is leaving continues traveling until he has reached her collarbone. ]
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Those thoughts only spur her on in that moment. The hand at his arm moves to the back of his head in order to play with his hair. The hand atop his guides them further up her leg until they disappear underneath his nightshirt. She hopes he might understand the direction and guidance to touch her inner thighs and further in if he wishes. The idea of his hand there alone makes her shudder and another pleased sound come from her.
It would seem her other plans for the morning are forgotten.
Alkaid tilts her head foreword enough so she can press a kiss to the tip of his ear. She then continues to place light kisses along it to match those at her collarbone. Then, her lips press to his ear, and ever so gently, his ancient name tumbles from her: ]
Costas...
[ A reaction to his touches and kisses, no doubt, but also a sense of needing to be reassured by him. The ancient feelings that wish so desperately to connect to his come forward once more and she gently presses him closer to encourage his kisses. ]
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Perhaps selfishly, however, he would think that he is fortunate indeed to have met her here in this life. But he is not a selfish man, so undoubtedly, he would pity his other self, knowing that they will go through all of their lives missing that one person who makes them whole.
But as Alkaid makes her moves, all thoughts fly from his mind, and his eyes slide closed for a moment out of sheer pleasure. As their hands move further up her leg and to the inside of her thigh, coming to a more intimate place than he has allowed himself to previously explore, he once again ponders the notion of kissing her legs and allowing his attentions to wander and explore. He has an idea of how, but it is putting that idea into practice that he is unsure of.
The very moment that her lips press lightly against his ear, planting kisses there, a shiver, mild at first but building in intensity, forms at the base of his spine. His ears are rather sensitive, and so it takes nearly everything he has to not lose all of his sense and reason as she kisses them. ]
Lantaa... [ He breathes out her name as he rides out the waves of pleasure brought on by even the simple act of her kissing his ears. ] Althea...
[ Her own ancient name spills forth unbidden, and in one smooth motion, he lightly untangles himself from her (with mild protest in his mind) so that he might adjust and reposition himself closer to her legs. He pauses for a fraction of a second before tipping his head forward to press a kiss to the side of her knee. ]
/wrangles the muse for this tag
/wrangles the brain for this one.. a little short but
it's like herding cats
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send her to horny jail
at this rate, they're both going there
permanent members of the ishgard horny jail
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